I don’t know what to do with you anymore. When we met, I thought maybe I could trust you. You had feelings for me and I didn’t have them for you but as we got to know each other, I started gaining some of them but…I don’t have them anymore. Yes I had feelings for you at one time. Yes they went away.
I should have told you about him at least, the one I did have feelings for. You knew I still had feelings for Joe but you also knew that it wasn’t going anywhere no matter how much the both of us wanted it to, it was for our own good. But I never really told you that I liked Mike. You knew that we were beginning to get close, but I don’t think the thought of us liking each other had ever crossed your mind.
But now I think you understand why I told you to watch (500) Days of Summer and that I knew how Summer felt.
I like Mike more as a friend.
I like you just as a friend.
What I don’t understand is why the fuck did you have to turn to alcohol of all things? I’m scared that you hid that fact from me, you said you didn’t drink, you didn’t do drugs… Yet now you’re starting some fucking drinking binge? Your happy juice? Honestly, what in god’s name do you think you’re doing? You’re making this hard for me to even want to be your friend again. I miss talking to you. I miss you. The old you. You said you were never going to change. You were going to be the same old Bobby, the kind, caring, funny Bobby that became my best friend. Where did you go?
